The bullet left the gun and hit Goman Princess again, leaving a long trail behind it.
Now, he only had eyes for Goman Princess. He blocked out all information from the outside world and used his eyes to record every change happening to the princess.
Whenever he found something, he would take out a notebook and quickly jot down the information in it.
Apart from the scratching of Angor's pen, the only sound that could be heard was Goman Princess' moaning in pain.
One shot, and another.
Every time Goman Princess' energy was about to go out of balance, Angor would reload her with another bullet.
Each bullet was dispelling the chaotic negative energy in Goman Princess's body. The dark aura around her was getting weaker and weaker. When the fourth bullet hit her, Goman Princess' body had almost turned into a normal soul. Her half-ferocious, half-calm state was gone. She stood quietly inside the light barrier, looking just like a noble lady.
Only the occasional look of doubt and evil thoughts in her eyes told Angor that she was still a soul. She still had half a foot in the abyss of depravity.
At first, Froste was curious to see what Prelude to Rebirth did to Goman Princess. But after a while, he realized what the bullet was for. His interest in Prelude to Rebirth faded a little. Instead, he began to pay more attention to Angor.
This was the first time he saw an apprentice who was as radiant as the alchemist he used to follow in the past.
If Angor could keep this up, he might go far on the path of alchemy in the future.
Angor's only regret was that Angor's potential would be better if he could receive systematic alchemy education in the origin world.
Froste suddenly felt a sense of appreciation for Angor's talent. When Angor was done with his experiment, Froste decided to remind Angor to pay him back for letting him watch.
Angor had already fired the last shot while Frost was still thinking about this.
The fifth shot was the sixth white bullet fired by Goman Queen.
When the white bullet entered Princess Goman's body, the strands of negative energy that were stubbornly entangled with the stable energy in her body turned into a wisp of smoke and drifted away from Princess Goman's head.
Goman Princess' appearance was completely changed.
It no longer had the sinister appearance of an undead. It was completely an ordinary soul, and its soul power was clear and pure.
Her long hair draped over her shoulders. Just by standing there quietly, she had a kind of bright and beautiful, quiet and elegant aura.
He watched as all the negative energy inside Goman Princess' body dissipated. He exhaled deeply and exited his supercomputer mode.
When he looked up, he saw Goman Princess looking at him with her eyes wide open.
When Torras was hit by six bullets, he lost consciousness and only woke up after a long time. However, Princess Goman did not seem to have experienced this.
What could the reason be?
"You … What's your name? Do you remember it?"
"The moment I became a slave, I no longer had a name." "I once had a pet bird called Mandhela, which was my mother's favorite September flower name," Goman Princess said quietly. You can call me Mandhela. "
Judging from Mandhela's description, Goman Princess didn't lose any of her memories.
But why did she wake up so quickly? Could it be —
"Do you still have your special ability?" The difference between Torras and Mandehara was that Torras used to be a special soul, but his special ability was created by a Mystery item, which only existed when he was an undead. Mandhela's special soul had nothing to do with Mystery items. Perhaps she still had her special ability after turning back into a soul?
Mandhela looked at Angor in silence for a while before she revealed a mocking smile. "Why should I tell you? I could've killed those bitches, but you ruined my plan. Why should I tell you? "
Although Mandela had turned back into a normal soul, it still had its own emotions.
Torras never had anything to do with Angor before his death. In fact, Torras even attacked Angor when he turned into an undead spirit. Later on, Torras felt guilty when he turned back into a soul, which was why he decided to follow Angor.
But Mandhela was different. Not only did she retain her memories when she was alive, but she also retained her memories when she turned into a half-undead.
Angor's existence was a part of Mandhela's memories. Mandhela knew exactly what Angor did, so it was normal for her to be angry at Angor.
"She's still using her special ability," Isabelle suddenly spoke to Angor.
Mandhela gave Isabelle a resentful look.
Isabelle glanced at her indifferently. She was more interested in "half-undead" and the process of turning into a soul. Now that Mandhela had turned back into a soul, Isabelle wasn't interested in the topic at all.
Angor thanked Isabelle. Since Mandhela still had her special ability, it was reasonable to assume that Mandhela didn't fall into a coma like Torras did.
Perhaps it was because Isabelle had revealed the truth, but Manderhaera's tone suddenly changed. "Let me go, and I can tell you more. Aren't you curious about what happened to me when I was half-undead? I can tell you everything. "
"I can let you go, but not now." Angor stared at Mandhela. "If I let you go now, you'll either be destroyed or become an undead again. You don't like your current state, do you? Or do you prefer being an undead? "
Mandhela didn't respond. When she was half-undead, she didn't really care about being an ordinary soul. However, it was only after she had turned into a soul that she truly felt what it meant to be free. There were no murmurs of resentment in her ears, no ups and downs in her emotions from time to time, and no inexplicable power that caused her to go on a killing spree … Right now, the feeling of being able to completely control her own body was incomparably good.
She didn't want to go back to her old state.
But she didn't want to be controlled by Angor either.
Of course, Angor knew what was going on inside Mandehara's mind. However, it was impossible for him to take everyone's thoughts into consideration.
Angor didn't pay any more attention to Mandhela. He was curious to know more about Mandhela, but he wasn't in a hurry.
Besides, there was another threat.
Everyone present was apprehensive and wary of the target of their vigilance — Froste.
Angor looked at Froste and bowed slightly. "So, this is the process. Do you have anything to say, Mister Froste?"
Everyone shifted their attention back to Froste.
Froste replied, "I didn't give you any advice, but this is the simplest, most convenient, and fastest experiment I've ever seen on an undead turning back into a soul."
Everyone was surprised by Froste's words.
"You mean there are other ways to turn an undead into a soul?" Angor asked.
Everyone wanted to know the same thing. The southern wizarding region had never heard of a case where an undead turned into a soul. But from Froste's words, not only had he heard of it, he had even seen it before.
Froste nodded. "I have indeed seen it once. It was when I was still a follower. It was a very complicated and costly conversion ceremony. It took more than half a month to successfully turn an undead into a soul. The final result was almost the same as Prelude to Rebirth. But Prelude to Rebirth was much more convenient. "
Angor didn't expect there to be another way to turn an undead into a soul.
He sighed. "Well, Prelude to Rebirth isn't that convenient either. Each white bullet in Prelude to Rebirth has to kill at least two thousand undead creatures. If we use the number of undead creatures to measure the cost, it'll take a lot of energy to do it. "
Froste raised an eyebrow. "I see. So it does cost a lot. No wonder you chose to do the ritual in Dark Castle, a place where so many undead creatures gather. "
Froste paused, a look of pity in his eyes. "If the alchemist who created the Prelude to Reincarnation had been able to take that step and make the Prelude to Reincarnation a Mystery item, he probably wouldn't need to spend so many materials. He might even be able to transform many undead creatures at once."
Froste sighed. "Many worlds require undead creatures to be turned into souls, and some of them have to pay a very high price. A real Mystery item would be worth a lot of money."
Isabelle felt like she was being stabbed by an arrow when she heard Froste's words. Isabelle frowned. If she didn't steal half of the Mystery item, Prelude to Rebirth would have become a Mystery item.
"If the Prelude to Reincarnation really becomes a mysterious item, the creator might not be able to keep it," Isabella retorted when she saw Isabelle's unnatural expression.
She had a point. If Prelude to Rebirth really did become a Mystery item, Angor wouldn't be able to keep it safe. Even if Isabelle didn't do it, Felicia would still try to take it away from Angor.
Froste sneered. "The alchemist who's going to become a Mystery item is fully prepared. Why can't he keep it?"
The alchemist lowered his head in silence.
Isabella said, "The creator is right in front of you. See for yourself if he can keep a Mystery item."
This time, it was Frost's turn to be shocked.
The alchemist was right in front of him?
How?
The alchemist failed to become a Mystery item, and he's still alive? Did the alchemist not suffer any backlash?
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